God Emperor’s Angel of Death

He had a nightmare.

I dreamed that I was lying alone and hesitantly in the frozen mud, my legs were unable to move even a little bit, and I couldn’t stand up, my body was helplessly shrouded in darkness, my eyes still staring at the night sky. , Trying to read an omen from the cold stars.

However, the night stars are silent, and the night sky is gloomy, which does not give anyone any comfort.

He couldn't find the answer, so he got up from the mud and looked around all around, hoping to see some signs of light.

But there is neither movement nor hope in the darkness, only a cold silence.

The giant hand of the night concealed the surrounding scene and drew a shadow on it. In this way, he was left alone in the Dark World, hopeless to be saved.

For a while, he even felt that he was the last person in the galaxy, and because of his horror, he hurriedly pushed this idea out of his mind.

"Who am I?"

This question reappeared in my mind.

"Why are you here?"

In the confusion, all kinds of discomforts follow.

The cold wind bites the exposed face and neck, making him dizzy. Fear, loneliness, and loneliness wrap around him like ghosts.

But none of this is as bad as silence.

He never thought that noise could calm people--

This silence highlighted his loneliness and made him face fear.

He is in the dark, with fear as his company, and his heart is hard to calm down.

"Who am I?"

The question still persists.

"Why are you here?"

He sometimes palpitates, wants to ask for help, wants to beg for mercy, wants to scream, wants to yell, wants to pray, just want to break this Terrible silence.

Whenever he did, he had to exercise restraint, biting his lips so as not to scream out.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he could have kept him quiet.

So, he can only endure the silence silently, even if there is little hope, he can't push it.

"Who am I?"

When this question reappeared, a single thought banged in his heart, and he remembered it.

"I am Bahram Tate, I am Bahram Tate..."

Although the first question has been answered, the second question is still Bothered him.

But he just feels that he has nothing and nothing to worry about.

The important things in the past, such as family, relatives, and belief in Divine Sovereign, are all gone.

Even his memory is like a dream, the past flashes before his eyes, and quickly fades like his future.

His heart was once full of bright vision, and now he collapses when he is dying, leaving only the choice of can be counted on one's fingers-yelling or silent, awake or falling asleep.

For a while, sleep seemed so beautiful, he was exhausted, tired like an old friend, pulling him into a dream.

But he was unwilling to give in. He knew that if he fell asleep, he would never wake up again, and all these choices would be in vain.

In the final analysis, all he has is a harsh choice: life or death.

And he refused to die.

"Why am I here?"

The question rang out mercilessly, but there was no answer.

He admits that his destiny is beyond his control, he can only wait, refuse to give up or fall asleep.

He waited, life hanging by a thread, like a candle in the dark night.

Suddenly, an ethereal chant fell from the sky, and a golden beam of light enveloped him.

Only then did he realize that he turned out to be an Astarte wearing a magnificent power armor. A long sword with a broken deep green fell under his feet, and in the mud around him, There are all kinds of terrible monsters lying down, they are like patterns dotted on the brown carpet.

The singing voice gradually rose in his mind, and Bachram unconsciously relaxed his body, drifting towards the golden beam of light tearing through the dark sky.

Then, his feet landed again, but he was already a child.

The world changed suddenly in his eyes.

At the end of the earth, the sun is sinking, and the red clouds reflect half of the sky, washing the salt pans in the evening breeze into a golden brilliance.

In his short life, such a sunset has been witnessed thousands of times, but he stopped alone for this time.

He stood there, let the world quietly surround him, watching the night fall with unspeakable feelings in his heart.

"How is the family?"

Home——

This thought made him turn his head and look through the piles of coarse salt To the room on the other side.

He saw the chimney on the sloping roof, the tower-like warehouse, the chicken coop built by the father, and the stall that closed the camel beast.

He saw the small tin house where he grew up in Sri Lanka, a two-story building with a low wooden entrance hall, and the window sashes opened wide to welcome the sunset.

Bachram does not need to enter, and knows that at this moment the mother is preparing dinner in the kitchen, the sisters and younger brother are setting the table, and the father is picking up utensils in the workshop.

Soon, they will be seated for dinner.

His family lives like this every day, and this life has continued as far as he can remember.

It was the same ordinary night. He secretly left home and ran to an unknown future, leaving his family behind...

di di di 滴——

Suddenly, a harsh noise dragged him from this blurred dream back to reality.

"Huh?"

Bachram shook his swollen head, fumbled for a while, and finally found the source of the noise.

His walkie-talkie rang.

This made him a shivered, and he woke up immediately, because he clearly remembered that the only thing that this walkie-talkie could connect to was Fude, and after Fude died in the previous battle, his walkie-talkie didn’t Was retracted.

That means...

"What's wrong?"

Not only him, but Haomo and several others were also awakened. In this environment No one dared to sleep soundly. Everyone just slept lightly, so as soon as there was a movement, they immediately woke up. Some people even instinctively touched the weapon at hand.

Even the two people on duty upstairs poked their heads out of the stairs to see what happened below.

It seems that only Bachram has fallen asleep.

"It's a walkie-talkie. Someone picked up Fude’s walkie-talkie and plans to establish contact with us."

Soon, Bachram described the whole thing in the shortest possible language .

When he heard what he said, everyone around him showed surprise expressions, and only Robin fell into thinking.

"Generally speaking, this small civilian walkie-talkie can talk no more than 1,500 meters, and they are not far from here."

Robin said, stood up, He looked out from the small observation port, but saw nothing, so he shook his head and sat back on the ground.

"You guys upstairs, don't watch the excitement, pay attention, there are a lot of wolves around us."

Hearing Robin's words, the two above immediately returned In their respective positions.

"Do you want to pick it up?"

Hammer looked at Bachram, and everyone else was the same. Everyone was waiting for him to make a decision.

"Listen to what they are going to say."

Bachram considered for a while, and finally pressed the dialogue button, and then a low voice accompanied by static noise came from Floating out of the walkie-talkie.